The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Aethelgard moved through its day with the slow, grinding inevitability of a millstone, the terraced hillsides carved with dwellings that seemed grown from the loess rather than built into it, and the heat of the midday sun pressed against the stone like a physical weight that made noon impossible to survive without shelter. In the shadow of the chariot maker’s yard, where the smell of hot...

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